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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 4, 2007 20:28:42 GMT
Oh, not at all, *Terragon insists at once, before remembering that she hasn't greeted Engel yet, as politeness insists she must.* Forgive me; good morning, Anna. I'm glad to see you received my message, although, *She pauses.* I did send it rather early, I hope I didn't disturb you, or, for that matter, anybeast else. *Ashnel tries desperately not to roll his eyes. Terragon had told him late the night before that she'd found another clue, but had flustered and worried about sending dragonflies to the others so late in the evening. So, at an uncivil hour the next day, the squirrel had been up, pacing up and down until both she and Ashnel agreed that it wasn't now too early to send out notes.* I suppose you'll want to see the clue, *Terragon's continuing, still retaining an oddly formal tone. Perhaps because of being addressed as Miss Terragon... Ashnel wonders.*
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Post by Engel on Sept 4, 2007 21:07:18 GMT
Unless you've already figured it out, *Engel replies smoothly with a nod of her head, finding something strangely comforting in the measured paces of polite speech, the mutual, silent assurance that, as gentlebeasts, they will ignore that she is a bit of a sight right now. She lowers her voice, stepping into the group a bit more securely.* At the moment, I'm a little more curious as to why we're risking master Tuscaro's ire by loitering so near his gate. *The emphasis on the 'his' is clearly deliberate, and more than a little disdainful, despite the fact that her voice does little to deviate from its accustomed civility.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 7, 2007 0:37:25 GMT
Whul, whoi carn't we joost arsk 'im ta let oos in? Doosn't 'e 'arve ta foller yoor orders, Miz Terragonner? Wot's ee big dealer aboot Zurr Tooscaroo? *Soilrose asks, scratching her head.*
TRANSLATION: Well, why can't we just ask him to let us in? Doen't he have to follow your orders, Terragon? What's the big deal about Tuscaro?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 7, 2007 18:13:47 GMT
*Ashnel begins to speak, his voice - though inaudible - clearly angry. Terragon, however, silences the other with a sharply-voiced, "ssh," the wave of a paw and a glower.* Tuscaro - *She begins, but gets no further, as at this moment, there comes the steady patter of footsteps behind them...*
OOC: Not actually Tuscaro, for anybeast who was wondering.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 7, 2007 21:34:15 GMT
*Soilrose catches her breath as she hears footsteps.* Oi wunder whoo et cuud be... Whell, are we goin ta stard aroond, oor troi ta get inter ee coortyoord? *She asks, softly whispering, only the way a mole can, in a gruff voice.*
TRANSLATION I wonder who it could be... Well, are we going to stand around, or try to get into the courtyard?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 8, 2007 18:18:00 GMT
*Danniar Anglafellen comes marching up the path towards the others, her eyes darting from left to right as though expecting ambush from the buildings and forest around her. Her greeting is short and blunt and the rat moves almost instinctively towards Ashnel, still glaring out at the landscape.* We're trying to get into the courtyard, Danni'. Soilrose here has offered to tunnel under the gate. *Terragon murmurs. Danniar looks around and her expression has changed, her eyes are shining with glee.* 'Pologies t' Miss Soilrose, bu' tha''s plain stupid, Terri. *Terragon tilts her head sideways, a questioning expression raising her eyebrows.* And why, pray tell? *The rat fumbles in her tunic pocket and with a flourish brings her fist out, closed around some unseen object.* B'c'se I 'ave a key!
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Post by Engel on Sept 8, 2007 19:36:01 GMT
*Engel grins quickly, though her expression sobers quickly as a thought comes to her.* Danniar, that's brilliant, you can- . . . but wait. Won't you get in all sorts of trouble? *Concern for the rat is clear in her voice and she unconsciously bites her lower lip with small, sharp teeth.* I wouldn't want you to put yourself in harm's way on our account.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 9, 2007 1:12:32 GMT
*Soilrose chuckles.* Et wuz a joker! Oi'd nevurr dig oop someoone's proivert propertie! Oi'd doan't woant yoo ta get 'urt eithur, Miz Danniarer. Whull, ez Zurr Tooscaroo 'ome? Iffen 'e izzened 'ome, we woon't get cooght. Iffen 'e iz, we'll 'arve ta wait. An' wot's ee big dealer aboot 'im? *She explains.*
TRANSLATION (do I have to do this? Or can you all read it... AND comprehend it?) It was a joke! I'd never dig up someone's private property! I don't want you to get hurt either, Danniar. Well, is Tuscaro home? If he isn't home, we won't get caught. If he is, we'll have to wait. And what's the big deal about him?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 9, 2007 16:09:24 GMT
*Lonas, who has conveniently faded out, reawakens and says quickly, *I don't have any lockpicking supplies...sold 'em to a weasel a few weeks ago. Reg' can break a door down, though.
*Regen, who'd wandered off and come back, gives Lonas a sideways look. *Aye...I could be drunk, I guess. All o' Terralux knows me an' Tuscaro are on bad terms. *He glances over at Ashnel and Terragon, managing not to look hopeful.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 9, 2007 19:11:41 GMT
Wot's ee big dealer aboot Tooscaroo?!? Oi'd joost loik ta knower, soo Oi doan't feel left outer. *Soilrose asks, impatiently tapping her footpaws and clicking her digging claws.* Pleashe tell Oi!
TRANSLATION What's the big deal about Tuscaro?!? I'd just like to know, so I don't feel left out. Please tell me!
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 9, 2007 19:45:11 GMT
*Regen looks at Lonas, who looks in Terragon's direction. After a moment, the golden squirrel proceeds to explain.* *Ahh...he's th' owner o' th' Whispering Willow...very anti-vermin. He 'specially doesn't like Miss Anglafallen, but he's also on bad terms with Reg' and Ashnel. I'm not sure about Ashnel, but Reg', bein' as he's worked fer vermin warlords, he doesn't like.
*Regen smirks and mumbles, *Not t' mention th' fact that I keep threatening to beat 'im up. *He looks rather pleased with himself for managing to make an enemy - clearly, it's something he has trouble with.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 9, 2007 19:55:41 GMT
Whoi, thart likkle blobber o scum frum 'EllGates! Miz Danniarer iz vurry.... noice en 'er own unique wayer. Can Oi digg under 'is bluddy gate? Oi promise Oi'll cuver ee 'ole oop with leavers, so 'e won't see et till et's too later! Hurr, Oi loik thart! *Soilrose grins feindeshly.*
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Post by Engel on Sept 9, 2007 20:08:22 GMT
*Engel looks between Soilrose and Regen quickly, as if disbelieving her own ears.* Do you even realize what you're saying? If we move against him, that's tantamount to declaring war, *She hisses, hackles lifting in agitation. She continues to look at them, eyes narrowed, then leans closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. Her fangs are revealed, if barely, eyes narrowed with intent -- for a second, for better or for worse, she looks briefly and strikingly like a vermin should look.* So if you do this, I want you to know that's what it'll come down to. Because I want to make sure I'm on your side the second that war starts.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 9, 2007 22:31:55 GMT
Yiss, Oi knower! Effen 'e treats poor Miz Danniarer loik thart, Oi doan't loik 'im! She's workered furr 'im 'ow many seasons?! Effen yoor thart rude ta oone beast.... *Soilrose's eyes turn steely, and her digging claws shine in a passing sun-lit dust-devil.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 10, 2007 0:43:24 GMT
*No war, just a personal duel, *Regen answers, reaching for his sword hilt. *If I call 'im up on 'is honor, fer bein' a burnin' son o' a vixen... *Lonas interrupts. *Not to mention overcharging and keeping us needy beasts out o' the tavern after six o' clock. *He looks over at Regen and demands in a loud whisper, *Yer fightin' a duel? Ye never told me ye were gonna challenge Tuscaro. He hasn't impugned yer honor anyway, ye can't... *Blackstar's honor, Lonas. I'm an ex-officer o' his, I c'n challenge Tuscaro in his absence... *Regen turns back to the others. *Anyhow, that's my plan.
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